While reading your words
I get hints to your affections...

Don't make it so hard for me to get real
Let myself out...

I'm sitting her in my chair,
thinking of the days gone by...

If I had a life
What the hell could I be...

He thinks of me little
He doubts me a lot...

I give , shell out, and supply.
You take, hold back, and deny...

I'm torn between two worlds
My mind does insist...

LIMBO IS THE POINT WHERE YOUR YOUR SEARCHING MIND...
TO SOME NEVER ENDING PERILOUS DARKNESS...

DISPLACED
today i thought I'd write a love song for you...

When i was a girl
i held my records tight...

As the years together go by
Each minute his anger intensifies...

Words, words, there all the same yet so different...
in my mind they do reflect, and many were gone...